Event Log: Party Royale

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Party Royale event
Where: All over the city!
When: September 22nd-29th
Warnings: Paintball, loss of consciousness, and partying!

As is par for the course in Hadriel, at some point throughout the day- waking up, making breakfast, doing laundry- you find an item. This isn't just any item though, it's a tried and true paintball gun, shining and just waiting to be picked up. This gun never runs out of ammunition, never malfunctions, and almost always hits the target that you're aiming at, so say hello to your new best friend for the next week.

Touching or picking up the gun will fill you with a competitive surge, which will likely increase when you find the note that's left with it, saying nothing more than be the last one standing. With instructions like that, how could you lose?

Well, you could lose if someone else shoots you. But never fear, there's a plan for that too! Even if you embrace the throes of unconsciousness, the gods have got your back and will eventually teleport you into a grand party where prizes will be handed out based on how long you survived. Awesome! At this party is also the traditional copious amounts of food and drink, as well as everyone's favorite goddess Delight and everyone's slightly-less-favorite goddess Rage!

Happy paintballing, and may the odds be ever in your favor!

► This log covers September 22nd-29th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
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► If you fall and break your neck or something because you can't die in paintball, please let us know here.

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[mismanagement]

Maketh closes her eyes with a pleased hum, reaching up to trace the line of Rey's cheek with her thumb.

Yes. This is how it should be.

[circumitus]

With a slight smirk, she pulls back. Just a bit.

"Something tells me you were waiting for that."

[mismanagement]

Maketh leaves her hand where it is. She likes Rey's expression then. The softness in her eyes. "Oh, was I? Perhaps. But I am a cunning strategist."

[circumitus]

It's a nice change of pace. Her surely demeanor has caught up with her that it's good to calm down a little; not stew in anger and just ignore the acts of people that crawl under her skin.

"No doubt." She pauses a moment, then- "You need to lay down or anything? You smell a little loopy."

As in alcohol, of course.

[mismanagement]

Maketh just grins, tracing the line of Rey's cheek with her hand. Playful. "I'm not that drunk. Not yet."

[circumitus]

The sensation of her fingers trailing across her face tingles Rey's skin. She presses her forehead against Maketh's, a quiet sense of relief washing over her.

"Mm. Guess it's not too late yet."

[mismanagement]

Maketh closes her eyes, smiling. For a long time, happiness had been something that other people achieved and that she observed from a distance. It hadn't been her place to want those things. She had satisfaction in her work, in all that she could build.

It's hard, sometimes, to think that she might have this too. That she might take it and hold it in her two hands.

"Are you going to sweep me off my feet?"

[circumitus]

A few years ago, Rey would have rejected the very notion of family and comfort of companionship. But now, it's... normal. Or as normal as things will ever get for Rey, someone who was never normal to start with.

But with this, she is a little more in her element as she laughs.

"Can do more than that. I could bench press your skinny ass if I had to."

Or just wants to show off.

[mismanagement]

Maketh opens her eyes a touch, then leans up to kiss Rey on the cheek. Her expression is devious. "Could you, now. I may require a demonstration."

[circumitus]

"Would almost be insulted that you would doubt me, but it'll be easy enough. You ready?"

Rey means to do this, right here and now. In the middle of this shitty party. Because why not.

[mismanagement]

Oh, what fun. Maketh's eyes are bright and full of mischief. "I insist."

[circumitus]

"When you put it that way..."

So, they're doing this. Rey isn't one to back down once she's committed, and maybe a latent sense of bravado has contributed somewhat to her desire to show off. She moves from her chair to the floor, putting her arms up like a human bench.

"Okay then," Rey says once she's ready, waving one hand to motion Maketh over. "Have a seat."

Please assume the position.

[mismanagement]

Maketh is just drunk enough to think this is an excellent idea. Laughing, she does as asked. They're going to do this. "Excellent posture, soldier!"

[circumitus]

Yes, this is happening.

Rey does her best to maintain a straight face. No laughing. It'd look bad to drop her girlfriend in the middle of a party.

"Ah, thank you." She then straightens her other arm. "Now lay down and try not to move."

[mismanagement]

"But of course," Maketh says cheerfully, and lies down without hesitation. Rey won't drop her. She has faith.

Besides, it's going to look badass. See, Hadriel? See what Maketh's girlfriend can do?

[circumitus]

It's a trust fall that Rey doesn't take lightly, catching the back of Maketh's shoulder over one palm and the other under her leg. Like a living, breathing chaise lounge, Rey effortlessly lowers Maketh down just inches above herself, before raising her with all the ease of an empty canvas sack.

"Shit, do you ever eat? You're like a damn pygmy rabbit," Rey teases.

[mismanagement]

There's a breathless moment where, trust or not, Maketh's instincts are screaming that she's in free-fall. It's exhilarating and she can't help but laugh.

"We cannot all have your musculature," she points out, a little breathless.

[circumitus]

The fact that Maketh is so small and light very well makes this a cake walk for someone of Rey's stature. Hearing that laughter, though, she is more or less compelled to continue, making calm and unwavering strides. Sure, it's a scene, but considering Rey's earlier disposition, this has to be the better alternative than grumping around by her lonesome.

"Good thing for that, too. Otherwise you could get one of these a dime a dozen."

And then where would Rey be?

[mismanagement]

"You sell yourself short," Maketh murmurs, eyes half closed. Strangely, it's almost relaxing. She trusts that Rey won't drop her. "You are--very steady."

[circumitus]

She almost laughs. "But of course. I have to be."

And she does not drop Maketh, not even a mere near miss for a moment as Rey gives the other woman's body a few more good hoists. Afterwards, she holds Maketh's body in the air before bending her knee, so that she can start to sit upright. This time, Rey lowers Maketh in her arms. She cradles her for a moment, holding her bridal style.

"This is where I sweep you off your feet."

It's so easy for her.

[mismanagement]

It's an odd feeling, behind handled so easily. Maketh sits up, grinning, and plants a kiss on Rey's cheek. "How literal. I like it."

It's quite romantic.

[circumitus]

Funny. Rey never thought of herself as much of a romantic. But seeing Maketh smile, feeling her kiss, it makes that strange piece that is her heart skip a few beats. And there's a little romantic in there after all.

She stands up, lifting Maketh with her, still in her arms.

"You want to go somewhere a little more private? I can bring drinks."

It's nothing forward. Rey just wants to ditch the party scene for a while, and Maketh -- well, makes her happy.

[mismanagement]

"Oh?" Maketh quips a smile, watching Rey. Her expression is fond and oddly soft. "I'd like that. Yes."

[circumitus]

"Good."

As though she were transporting a mere sack of flour, Rey carries Maketh into one of the private rooms Delight had furnished for their resting needs. It's a nice little space. Quiet. Dim. Separate from the flashiness and party noise. A relief.

Rey sets Maketh down onto the bed, before taking a step back. "I'll get the drinks. You just rest. Okay?"

[mismanagement]

Down she goes, gentle as a feather. Maketh giggles, feeling like a cadet all over again, and pushes herself back up. Settles against the ridiculous pillows. "My hero. Bring me something strong!"